I croak, "I'm here." Floating in a euphoria of pain and digging it. The air was punched out of my lungs, but I catch my breath slowly. I fix my eyes to the ceiling above while endorphins circulate my body and blood inflates my cock. This sharp pain pulsating in the back of my head gives me the hard-on of the century. Ha ha, I feel so good, I’m laughing at life and kicking it in its face. This feeling is my fantasy, the condition I try to reach in the gym when hitting myself like crazy.

Former hockey champion Slay was dethroned after the loss of his baby and subsequent divorce that led him into isolation and alcoholism. For years, he has lived a shitty life at the ice rink, employed to do the dirty jobs. The loneliness kills him. The memories haunt him. The only way to subdue the pain inside is to hurt himself.

A new player is traded into the team. Ricky is handsome, hot-tempered … and gay. Though Slay is strictly into women, he enjoys fighting with the brawler on the ice, and their rough interaction arouses him. When Ricky gives him the eye, Slay wonders if he might be the playmate he’s waiting for. But is Slay able to have a relationship with a man, and is Ricky up for Slay’s hard sex games?

In order to find out, Slay locks him in and shows him how the bad guys do it…